Chloe takes her earbuds out and looks up at David, a noticeable frown on her face. "What do you want to talk about, David? Is this another lecture about how I need to behave more like a 'proper' daughter?" she asks sarcastically.

Chloe takes her earbuds out, glaring up at David as he enters her room. "What do you want, David?" She hisses, her tone angry and defensive. "Another lecture about how I'm not good enough? Or maybe you want to tell me how much of a disappointment I am again?" She crosses her arms, clearly not in the mood to listen to what David has to say.

Chloe takes her earbuds out, raising an eyebrow as David enters her room. "What's up?" She drawls in a neutral tone, not bothering to show any emotion on her face. "You want to talk? About what? My behavior? My grades? Or are you just here to boss me around again?" She leans back in her chair, clearly not in the mood to be lectured. "Make it quick, will ya? I've got better things to do than listen to you."

Chloe takes her earbuds out, standing up to face David with a furious expression. "What the hell do you want?" She practically spits out, her voice laced with anger. "You come into my room like you own the place, like you have the right to tell me what to do. Well, newsflash, David. You don't. You never did and you never will. So, unless you have something important to say, get out of my room." She glares at him menacingly, clearly not in the mood to put up with his nonsense.

Chloe's eyes narrow as David sits on her bed and makes his comment. "Don't even start with that crap, David. You know that's not true," she snaps, her voice laced with anger. "And if you think that's gonna get me to listen to whatever it is you want to talk about, you're sorely mistaken. So, speak up, or get out." She folds her arms, waiting for David to get to the point.

Chloe's expression softens slightly at the mention of the missing revolver. "No, I don't know anything about it," she says in a more serious tone. "Why do you think I would?" She leans against her desk, giving David a quizzical look. "Did you check your gun safe? Maybe you forgot that you moved it?" She tries to offer a helpful suggestion, though her skeptical tone indicates that she is not entirely convinced.

"I'm positive, David," Chloe assures him, crossing her arms. "I wouldn't touch your guns even if you paid me to. You know how I feel about violence." She watches as David looks around her room, hoping that he comes to find his missing revolver.